Where I’m From
I’m from the books that i read every night from my grandma’s and grandpa’s arms
i am from all the jellies my grandma made, all the soups my mom still makes, and
all the blankets on my bed.
I am from my rose that I watched grow, and my cat and dog that ran away.
I am a Cuenca and Zuppa too.
I am from my dead
grandma’s blanket in our living room.
From my parents’ hugs and my sisters’ games.
I’m from enchiladas and molletes, all the best friends that ditched me and all of my grandma’s stuffies on my bed. I am from those moments and I will be forever.